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The Beginning of the End
So it is first period yet again and I am getting rather bored. That is because I do not have Frank to talk to. You see, he is writing notes with Jamia right now.
I am doing my best to maintain my decorum.
I mean, Frank should be friends with whoever he wants to, and I suppose if he wants to befriend an untrustworthy boyfriend-stealer, there is not much I can do to stop him. There is, however, plenty I can do to stop her. And I plan on putting my foot down on Jamia shortly.
She has been chumming it up with the love of my life ever since we got back together. Oh, she claims that she just wants to be hi
The past couple weeks have been crazy. Dexter Masterson has been making my life hell on a regular basis. He hasn't killed me yet, but he has shoved me into lockers, tripped me in the middle of the cafeteria, pushed me down the front steps, and slit the tires on my car. Though I can't really prove it, I know that was him. Just like it was also him who wrote 'FAGGOT' on my back windshield in pink spray paint.
It really sucks that guys like Dexter get away with everything. There just never seems to be enough evidence to get him on anything that he does. Plus everyone just found out that he's going to be playing for Not
Who's the man?
I already knew that Lindsay had her "girl appointment" that morning, she had told me the night before. So I was expecting her to show up around lunch-time, based on what she'd told me. I was unaware that I kept looking around for her, until Adam brought it to my attention.
"Who are you looking for? The height fairy?" Adam joked.
"No, but I heard the penis enlargement fairy was coming by for you," I retorted. This made Patrick laugh. It's too bad, though, that it sent Adam on one of his tangents about his "huge" equipment. God, Paulina never should've told him that and given him an ego problem. He started telling
My mom didn't talk much on the way to the doctor. But she didn't seem angry, she seemed....sad. I don't see why she should be sad about what I do with my body. It's my life.
I certainly wasn't sad that morning. I was ecstatic, thinking of Frank and how it felt to just sleep in the arms of someone I cared so much about. He is obviously perfect, from his soft dark hair to his adorable feet. (Yes, I have checked out his feet. I have checked out everything on Frank Iero's body, and let me assure you - it's good!) I love all of the things that make Frank...well...Frank. His infectious giggly laugh, the way his eyes
Caught in the act
Oh my God, I have never seen my mother more upset in my life than when she found me in bed with Frank!
But wait, forget how she felt, let's talk about how I felt. Mortified! That's how I felt! I mean, no one wants to be in the middle of a blissful intimate moment like that with their future life partner and get caught by their crazy parent!!!!
I mean, thank God we were at least under a sheet, or else Linda would have gotten a full view of my va-jay-jay and some parts on her baby boy that she probably hasn't seen since he was in Kindergarten. I think it's fairly safe to say that Frank probably doesn't want hi
By 5:00 we were in Frank's bed with some music on, half dressed and making out like there was no tomorrow. I think that we had both intended to stop at some point, but somehow the whole stopping thing just kind of fell by the wayside. The next thing I knew my top was on his floor. Then it was soon joined by all the rest of our clothing.
Frank was on top of me, kissing his way down my neck and chest before letting his mouth wander over to my breast. He fondled the left one as his mouth explored the left one, kissing and licking. When he would run his tongue around my nipple and then suck on it, I couldn't help but moa
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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